128: C128 Nothing Is Important Anymore

C128 Nothing Is Important Anymore

Tears could be seen in Pei Zhenjiang's eyes, and his chest was heaving up and down violently.

Without saying anything, Pei Yihuan clenched his fists tightly.

"Also, I know I owe you a lot, so I will leave everything to fate. I have one last gift for you. Someone will give it to you. You will know what it is. Mo Wan is a good child. She is not the kind of person you think she is. She promised me to join Pei family to raise money to treat her father. She really did not have any other intentions. One last thing. Can you let me go home? It is too cold here. There is no warmth at all. Yihuan, take Dad home. When you were young, dad always took you home. This time, it is your turn to take Dad home. Dad is old."

A smile appeared on his skinny face with difficulty. He looked at Pei Yihuan with teary eyes, like a child who wanted to get a candy.

Veins popped out on the back of his hand. Pei Yihuan turned around and walked out of the ward.

The car was on the way back to Pei estate. Pei Zhenjiang was sitting in the back seat. He looked at his son's face with difficulty. He wanted to remember this scene deeply in his mind. ...

A sharp pain came, and suddenly there was a taste of blood in his throat. He struggled to raise his hand and grabbed the bright red blood in his palm. He did not let anyone find out. He gritted his teeth and held on to his last breath.

It was an unusual smell. Mo Wan's eyes swept across Pei Yihuan, who was driving. His back was straight. She did not know what he had talked about with the old man. Why had he suddenly decided to leave the hospital?

Pei Yifeng sat beside Pei Zhenjiang and helped him put the pillow higher. His left hand was wrapped with thick gauze. One look and one could tell what he had done just now. Pei Yijing sat on the right. His expression was not as calm as usual.

Along the way, there were no actors in the car. Only the silent atmosphere was spreading.

Finally, they arrived at Pei estate. Everyone helped put Pei Zhenjiang on the sofa in the living room. Mo Wan saw that his lips were dry and even cracked. She said, "I will go and help you bring some pear juice."

Pei Zhenjiang nodded, his voice was a little hoarse. "I want to eat something..."

Hearing that, the maid quickly said, "Alright, I'll go and make it for the old master now..."

However, he slowly shook his head. "I want to eat it... It's personally made by my own son..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Pei Yifeng had already rushed to the kitchen like a whirlwind.

"He never knows how to cook. His arm is still wrapped in gauze. I will go and help him... "Pei Yijing also followed him into the kitchen.

Pei Zhenjiang's smile had never been so satisfied. "I still want to read the book in the room..."

Pei Yihuan's lips were still tightly pursed as he walked upstairs with his proud back.

In an instant, only Pei Zhenjiang, who was sitting on the sofa, was left in the living room. He had already dismissed all the servants.

His gaze swept across the Pei estate once again, feeling the warmth coming from the Pei estate. His eyes finally closed bit by bit, and the arm that fell on the back of the sofa suddenly loosened. It fell on the sofa, and he no longer breathed.

Mo Wan, who was holding the pear juice, quickly walked over. When she saw the old man smiling with his eyes closed, her heart suddenly tightened. She suddenly had a bad premonition. A trembling hand landed in his breath and the cup in her hand fell to the ground with a clank. It broke into pieces.

Hearing the sound, Pei Yihuan, who was rushing downstairs, suddenly stopped. His face was full of gloominess and his big hand had wrinkled the book in his hand.

Pei Yijing and Pei Yifeng also quickly ran out of the kitchen. When they saw the scene on the sofa, they were as shocked as stone. They stood motionless.

The suffocating atmosphere was like a thick fog that couldn't be dispersed, enveloping the Pei estate. Everyone was still standing in the same spot without moving.

After a long time, Mo Wan finally came back to her senses. Tears could not help but flow down her face. Her entire body was trembling and her heart was filled with sharp pain.

"Mo, did the old man just fall asleep? Is he joking with us?" Pei Yifeng said slowly. He still did not want to believe everything in front of him!

Pei Yijing frowned and his voice was hoarse. "Yifeng, don't do this..."

"His life has always been so tough, even when compared to rocks. He can't just leave like this!"

Pei Yijing didn't say anything else. He just stood in front of Pei Zhenjiang, standing straight!

"I can't believe it! I can't believe it!" Pei Yifeng shouted as he ran out of the living room.

Pei Yihuan walked down the stairs and placed his wrinkled hand beside him. His eyes were narrowed.0

For the whole night, the lights in Pei estate were as bright as day and never went out. Everyone in Pei estate also did not sleep for the whole night.

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Until two days later. Pei Zhenjiang's corpse was not sent to the crematorium. Instead, it was placed in the ice coffin.

Pei Yihuan stood in front of the window and looked out the window. His face was still as cold as usual. It was emitting a cold aura, but it was much darker.

The Pei estate during these two days could indeed be described as lifeless. It was unusually oppressive and suffocating.

At this moment, Butler Chen walked over and said respectfully, "Second Young Master, the Eldest Young Master's number has been called. It was the servant over there who answered. His Eldest Young Master's illness has flared up and he is still in the hospital. He probably won't be able to return to the country for a while."

"En..." Pei Yihuan's thin lips let out a cold snort as if he was emitting a cold air. "Prepare the car. After breakfast, go and bury him."

"Yes, second Young Master!" Butler Chen left.

Everyone went to the crematorium. They did not want to stay in Pei estate. She did not follow them. Instead, she tidied up Pei Zhenjiang's belongings.

The sadness in her heart did not dissipate until now. There was always an illusion in front of her eyes. It was as if the old man had always been there and had never left.

She could not accept that life would change so quickly in her heart. The first time she met the old man was only a few months ago...

But in the blink of an eye, everything had changed, or there was nothing left. Things were different, people were different, in less than a hundred days...

At this moment, she suddenly missed her father who was still lying on the hospital bed. As long as her father could wake up, everything would be fine!

As long as her father could wake up...

There was only this kind of belief left in her heart, nothing else was important...

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